God knows that I need patience.
But patience isn't me.
My nature denies
the need to understand love.
Loving anyone but myself.
My nature relies on my
being selfish.
Satan knows that I like to dream.
I dream of freedom and revenge.
I look out at that forsaken scene.
I know it's not for me.
Selfish me.
Loveless me.
Angry me.
Lying me.
Do I seem nice to you?
Jesus knows that I am sorry.
But I won't repent
Not me.
Not unless I know that the coming
concerns my evil deeds.
Not unless I see
Where fate has written down.
Where it says that I am responsible
for someone other than myself.
Do I deceive you?
Do I anger you?
I refuse to follow you.
Not into the unknown.
I don't need your help.
I don't need your sympathy.
I don't need you to look at me.
I can move on my own.
There's a will for survival.
There's a feeling of accomplishment
that only I can give myself.
There's no need to cry.
I don't want to see your tears.
Mine won't run.
My tears are dry.
There is no mourning in my heart.
There is no sympathy for
those who cannot help themselves.
Where is your strength?
Where is your will power?
Are you so weak?
I am not your weakness.
I will not be held down.
Do I anger you?
Did I deceive you?
I am not a nice person.
My nature does not rely on your sympathy.
But patience isn't me.
My nature denies
the need to understand love.
Loving anyone but myself.
My nature relies on my
being selfish.
Satan knows that I like to dream.
I dream of freedom and revenge.
I look out at that forsaken scene.
I know it's not for me.
Selfish me.
Loveless me.
Angry me.
Lying me.
Do I seem nice to you?
Jesus knows that I am sorry.
But I won't repent
Not me.
Not unless I know that the coming
concerns my evil deeds.
Not unless I see
Where fate has written down.
Where it says that I am responsible
for someone other than myself.
Do I deceive you?
Do I anger you?
I refuse to follow you.
Not into the unknown.
I don't need your help.
I don't need your sympathy.
I don't need you to look at me.
I can move on my own.
There's a will for survival.
There's a feeling of accomplishment
that only I can give myself.
There's no need to cry.
I don't want to see your tears.
Mine won't run.
My tears are dry.
There is no mourning in my heart.
There is no sympathy for
those who cannot help themselves.
Where is your strength?
Where is your will power?
Are you so weak?
I am not your weakness.
I will not be held down.
Do I anger you?
Did I deceive you?
I am not a nice person.
My nature does not rely on your sympathy.